Samantha “Sammy” Rebecca Rodriguez-Harris
I had my own inside. It was great. Humans who served me well, places to look outside, warm. Then one day, the humans brought in this little grey and white thing they called Harry.
At first I thought he was cute. Wasn’t too adept at say, covering his poo, but I taught him. I’ll admit, I thought of him as the kitten I’d always wanted at certain times of the month.
Then something unspeakable happened.
It was my toy. We’d talked about this many times. He blinked like he understood. Honestly, I was impressed! I didn’t know he was intelligent enough to be so deceptive. Machiavellian! Did I use that right? I sit on books. That’s how you learn.
Harrison “Harry” Chase Rodriguez-Harris
Mouse? Yeah, I know him. Good guy! We have fun! He was on a table one day and as a cat, it was my job to knock him off to see if he landed. He did! I got excited and I might’ve grabbed another toy and jumped over him. That’s all!! Why? What did Sammy say?
Harry said what!? No, no, no, okay, actually he’s not that smart. He was careless, reckless, there are no words. I immediately distanced myself from him.
One day, Sammy acted like I wasn’t even there! She knew I was, I marked everything! Even the humans! I would play with mouse, and they’d cheer! Whatever, Sammy can think what she wants. I can stay away from her too!
It’s not even about his theft, it’s his absolute disregard of MY things! To this day! Mouse-gate (that’s what I call it) was years ago, but his dismissive attitude has never changed! I mean, how about, “I’m sorry Sammy, I was wrong and you were right.” I don’t understand what’s so hard about that.
If anything, Sammy should apologize to ME! She told me I could play with her toys. I remember she said that, then she made a noise like a bird and I ran to the window….
I made a noise like a bird?? No. There was a bird and the idiot ran to the window like he could catch it! Made the most ridiculous sound! He just opened his stupid mouth and like, breathed out, quickly, multiple times!
Whatever… I’m sorry she’s hurt. You know what? Sorry not sorry. Does that make sense? It does to me. I do me, you do you right? THERE DEFINITELY WAS A BIRD! She knows it! She makes the same sound when there’s a bird or anything! I’ll just keep taking pieces of my food and put it on the floor even farther away from her while we’re eating. Deal with it!
Can we get past this? I don’t know. It’s sad really. I did everything I could to make him feel comfortable and he treats me like this? I don’t know.
Two Weeks Later….
Update: We moved insides. It was terrible. We were both put into bags against our will. I’m really trying to block it out. When we got to our new inside, my bag opened and I ran to the smallest place I could find. I was trembling and cold. I think I was more figuratively cold than literally. Unfamiliar smells EVERYWHERE! Harry joined me and pressed himself against me which, I’m not ashamed to admit, was comforting.
I forgot all about mouse-gate. It’s in these desperate times you really understand what’s important. I love my humans but only another cat could’ve understood what I was going through. “Water under the bridge” as humans say. I know because I’ve sat on lots of books. As long as Harry understands that the scratching thing is MINE, we’ll be great!